Time's ruins build eternity's mansions.

Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

Some people believe that we go on living in another body after death, that we lived before. They call it reincarnation. That we all lived before on the earth thousands of years ago or on some other planet. They say we have forgotten it. Some say they remember their past lives.

There's many a true word spoken in jest.

When I heard the word ''stream'' uttered with such a revolting primness, what I think of is urine and not the contemporary novel. And besides, it isn't new, it is far from the dernier cri. Shakespeare used it continually, much too much in my opinion, and there's Tristam Shandy, not to mention the "Agamemnon."

As I am. As I am. All or not at all.

My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out.